Dr. Sigmund Fiend's page

The Jade wrote:

Spaces are theoretically goosable.

Certainly my favorite spaces, not simply theoretically but empirically. I have personally verified this under many different sets of conditions.

Unt vutt did ve learn on ziss day? Goozinks adore a vacuum.

Dr. Sigmund Fiend wrote:

Zere's nuzzink wrong viss you vellas zat a good trephination couldn't vix.

Vould it be wrong of me to lick your burr hole?

Which third eye are you referring to?

Ze vun from ze trepanning. Zumtimes a burr hole is just a burr hole.

Zere's nuzzink wrong viss you vellas zat a good trephination couldn't vix.

Vould it be wrong of me to lick your burr hole?

Zat iss very tellink.

Ve know ziss to be true, zat zomezing about ze Rone entity zeems to make ze most cuckoo patients feel zane by comparison.

I am demonic, zilly creature. How do you think I got zis vay?

YES! By trying zat zame mental exerzise you mention. I'd be careful if I vuz you. Some people just explode ven dey try it.

OK, first of all, he stole my name, and second, he was the bass player.

If you call zat bass. Za man vorgot how to play near ze end. Just zay no to ze farevell drugs, Zid.

And what if I don't feel like singing right now?

Iz zis zum kind of zen koan? I believe ze answer to ziss one is: Clap along.

Meh... Couches just aren't *in* this month. How about a futon?

(A framed poster on Dr. Fiend's wall reads: "I had my futon a landmine once. My weight shifted and now I don't talk so gud.")

Ah yes, Id Visyus. Your name zounds zo much like a vamous punkah... zing it viss me now. I... vanna be... in zerra-pee!

Psychiatrists, eh? I had one of those once, but it got better.

Zit and lie back on ze couch. Tell me about your muzzah.

Zo, you finally show yourzelf! Behold, the fiend that possessed my poor doktor vater for zo many yearz! If he had only listened to me, he could have faced you for what you are: an archetype of the collective Unconscious, zurging up, a fragment of his own Shadow that controlled him because it was never made conscious.

Unt ve vere verking fine together until you zed zat libido vuz more zen just pent-up zexual energies, zat it vuzz a mythic zeed vissin us zerr to vuel much of man's motivazions. Who zinks zings like that?

You cuckoo I tell you.

It was aimed at getting you to respond with something snappy. Now I just feel guilty.

Tell me about ziss guilt you are veelink.